#pam beesly imagine

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Pam Beesly showing affection

A/N: I know pretty much nobody writes for the office and probably nobody cares but I just love Pam so much so I wrote this and I'm gonna put it out there anyway even if nobody is gonna read it because why frigging not

Warnings: one use of y/n, fluffy cuteness overload

Pam isn't overally affectionate when you're at work, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love you

She just prefers to be more private with her affection, especially since Michael always makes some sort of inappropriate comment whenever the two of you show PDA

She always tries to catch a kiss or two from you whenever you think you're alone (the people working the cameras often happen to film these moments unbeknownst to the two of you)

If no one else is in the break room, she'll sit on your lap while you eat lunch

You always tease her whenever you accidentally get crumbs in her hair

She likes to write you little notes during the day, dropping them off by your desk whenever she gets up to refill her cup of coffee or go to the bathroom

If your desk is within her viewpoint, she'll make doodles of you while you work, putting little speech bubbles over your head by what she assumes you're thinking

Linking pinkies/holding hands whenever you walk into work together

Sometimes she'll send you an email titled "Very Important, Read ASAP" only for you to open it and find it says "I love you <3"

If you're in the kitchen or break room getting a cup of coffee she'll come up behind you and give you a hug while resting her chin on your shoulder

Whenever you have a meeting in the conference room she always sits next to you and might even hold your hand if no one's looking

Likewise, if the meeting's a particularly boring one she'll doodle on your hand with a pen, drawing little hearts and writing things like "Pam + Y/n"

It's just the little things that show you she cares <3

~

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @your-next-daydream

[profeyandere]

𝐏𝐀𝐌 𝐁. ─── ☾ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

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Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Pam Beesly x Fem!Reader

Warning: Little angst :3

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

As Pam walked back to her assigned booth at the exhibit, she kept feeling how various constrictions were causing her heart to become more and more damaged, and it wasn't exactly the product of a heart attack that would be coming up in a few minutes, but because of the high expectations she had had towards his co-workers and the hope that one of them would have the decency to show up in that special room so that they could proudly observe how their receptionist had changed as a person and in the artistic environment, coming to have too considerable improvements; the brunette had always been conformist, she loved normality and what it could offer her, but she also hated how people did not take her into account for various matters that involved her, as if she were completely invisible, and it was the art classes that they gave her the opportunity to show everyone that she had finally changed, that she was not a zero and that she should be taken into account in any situation in which she was useful.

In short, this exhibition was the only way to make others see that she was not the dull co-worker who had no important role in the office other than picking up the phone and greeting everyone she saw, but that she was a strong woman who was beginning to take control of her life to do something that she liked and wanted to express it to everyone who came in front of her through her works, as she had tried to do this time.

She thought she, of course, didn't think it was possible to see how little she cared for her those she had worked with for years.

First thing in the morning, as soon as he arrived at the office, he was in the best of humour, with a big smile and his huge eyes flashing with the emotion he felt, even ignoring Kevin's obscene comments, Michael's tasteless jokes or Angela's biting words thrown his way from time to time. She had proposed, as soon as the day had begun, that she would not allow the silly things that her colleagues did or said to bother her and, with that agreed, she prepared to offer invitations to each of her companions, anxiously and confidently waiting that they all agreed to see her. It was true that, due to the short notice with which she had given notice of her exhibition, some workers had to decline the offer, mentioning their reasons and apologizing for not being able to move their respective exits to see it, but Pam didn't expect any of them to attend this event that was so important to her when in fact they had confirmed that they would appear.

"Come on, look, you've already arrived."

The soft tone that she had heard caused her steps to suddenly stop and, very little by little, raise her gaze to meet your bright eyes that seemed to have been eager to find her among that great cluster of strangers.

Beesly had absented herself bearing in mind that it was very unlikely that anyone else would attend his exhibition or, on the other hand, be interested in what she had done when there were many more paintings in that lighted room and that, in her opinion, they were much better than hers, so seeing you there had been a great surprise that was reflected on his face when her eyebrows arched and her mouth opened slightly to form a small "o". Having you in front of her, with that little smile that she liked so much to receive from you every morning and your bright cheerful eyes that greeted her in such a good way, caused her sweetheart to give a great turn in her chest.

"What are you doing here?"

Her question, although it caught you by surprise, did nothing more than ensure what you had feared the most: Hardly anyone, if not anyone, had attended her exhibition.

"Well, I don't know, you'll tell me," you answered, leaning on your right leg and putting your left hand in your pants pocket to try to give yourself a more confident air. "It's not like a good friend offered me to attend her art show and, as promised, I showed up here," you said with some sarcasm, licking your lower lip and tilting your head to the side at the small smile on her face. appeared on the receptionist's face. "What do you think, Pam? Why else am I here with you and looking at your wonderful paintings?"

The brunette couldn't help but shrug.

"They're not that good," she murmured, turning her gaze back to the small gallery she had. It's called Impressions, although I wouldn't consider myself an Impressionist, you know?

"I think you mentioned it once," you recalled, momentarily frowning as you tried to search your mind for when that conversation took place and what topic was held in it. "I could have sworn it was last week, while we were having lunch, you know, you mentioned that you would try to work on Impressionism."

Beesly was more than stunned by your words, and she quickly turned to you so she could look at you.

"You remember?” She questioned, gently tilting her head as her hands began to play with the sleeves of her purple sweater.

"Of course, I remember," you affirmed with a soft laugh, pointing with your finger at some of the points of light in the drawings. "You mentioned that primary colours are used, that the figures do not have lines, that they play with the light and that they look like blurred figures. Your paintings are not impressionistic because they don't have all those characteristics you mentioned, but they look very realistic, I assure you."

"Thank you," she murmured, turning her gaze back to the paintings. "I can explain the topic to you, if you want, of course."

"You can tell me about your works as much as you want and need because all I want is to understand your passion for art."

You felt your heart begin to pound as you heard Pam's sweet voice gradually increasing in volume to the point where you thought all of Scranton could hear it, but honestly, you couldn't stop the rant that had started, because you could see in her eyes the emotion of being able to tell someone about the experience he had had in recreating those portraits of objects and places so every day that you were able to name them without any problem; you could see in her clear face how happy she was and how she emphasized each piece of information she gave you thanks to her body language and how her limbs helped her point some points that she wanted to emphasize.

Her explanation was detailed and quite precise, mentioning how each one had been made and the reason why she had decided to portray those particular places or objects, feeling completely flattered when you made sure that Pam had completely opened up to you through her pictures and their words.

Just like the poems you read at home or the songs you used to listen to on the radio, your friend had shown you what she was really like. Beesly was a simple and ordinary woman who, thanks to the constant obstacles that people like Roy had put in her way, had not had the opportunity to grow as many others had. She had spent more than three years waiting to be able to marry her fiancé, who had not always treated her in the best way or put her in the place she deserved, in addition to not taking the opportunity offered by the company headquarters to be able to study art on the weekends in New York because Roy had asked him not to, mentioning that it was stupid and a dream that would not come true anytime soon.

She had been denied so many opportunities that you couldn't imagine how she might have been still at gunpoint trying to make amends for those mistakes that others had pushed her into.

"I can't believe you did this," you muttered once you heard how his lengthy explanation ended. "I don't understand why you would want to remove it"

With those words, Pam looked back at her drawing of a beautiful vase full of carnations that were missing the two thumbtacks from the bottom corners, which had been removed earlier.

"Because I'm not good enough," she declared, leaving you speechless and causing a feeling of anguish to settle in your respective hearts. "I've been studying the last few months, and I haven't found my drawing style, and I haven't improved that much either."

"What made you think so?" You questioned, turning your head so you could look at the little woman who was next to you.

"Roy and Oscar."

That answer caught you off guard and, although it was true that you expected him to mention one of his classmates in art class or the teacher, you did not think that you would hear the name of those two people.

She explained to you how Roy, her ex-fiancé and current boyfriend after a short break in their relationship, had appeared at the exhibition with his brother to support her, getting the opposite by mentioning how only he, of all the companions of the office, had been the only one to appear in that place, comparing on several occasions the paintings of the other students in the class with his own even if they had nothing to do with the style used or how advanced they were in the course. The man hadn't been much help in cheering up his girlfriend and had indirectly underestimated her efforts. The encounter with Oscar, on the other hand, was inadvertent as he, caught up in a conversation he had started with his companion, insulted Pam's first attempt at indicating how her paintings looked amateurish and how the brushstrokes were too crude and noticeable, the lines were not completely blurred or they were works so flat that they did not tell anything about the artist himself. The fact that the brunette had shown her drawings or that they were very "normal" and "ordinary" was because she was like that and there was no problem with it, but the fact that they emphasized her cowardice and her lack of hand to making better pictures put her off and caused the criticism of her drawings to be negative.

Your frown grew more and more noticeable to the point where your eyebrows almost seemed to be one and all because of what Pam had been told.

"Just so you know, they have no idea what they're talking about," you murmured seriously, gently shaking your head before turning your gaze to the brunette. "You'll have to improve, I think we all have to if we want to become as good as we want, but nobody is born knowing," your words quickly caught the attention of the receptionist, who looked at you with eyes flashing with confusion. "Do you think Dwight learned how to sell as he does now overnight or that Angela learned how to be so good with numbers right out of the box? Not, they needed time to perfect their techniques and be the best in their respective fields," you commented, smiling softly. "I don't know to what extent this can help you, but I think you have improved and that you are better every day."

"I don't think so," she denied quickly, gesturing around her. "My classmates' paintings are better, they were right and I'm not that good."

"Pam, you can't compare yourself to others," you spoke. "No one is better than anyone else and they are not better than you because they have not made the same paintings, you cannot base yourself on something observable because there is none. You couldn't draw an objective conclusion from what you just said."

"Then why hasn't anyone come?" She questioned, her voice slightly trembling and cracking.

Your heartfelt again that strong pinch that you had felt as soon as you arrived at the exhibition, precisely the moment in which you had seen how she came out of one of the bathrooms with a red face, in the same way, that now he was expressing the pain he felt. With that question in mind, the feeling of anguish ravaged Pam again, causing her lower lip to get caught in her teeth and her small nose, slightly reddened as she felt a strong lump form in her throat, moved from side to side as if consumed by her thoughts as her eyes strayed to a point other than you while her playful hands gripped the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing with the intention that it managed to calm the stress that began to appear.

"I have no excuses for his lack of commitment to you, I'm sorry," you apologized, taking your hand out of your pocket before taking the small red carnation that you had bought at the flower shop closest to the exhibition site, "but I'm here if it's that counts."

The reddish flash in front of the greenish eyes of the receptionist, made Pam look up from her hands before seeing the flower in front of your eyes, observing how you held it out naturally and with a slight blush on your cheeks, causing her heart to begin to beat harder than ever and a series of tickles arose in his belly; at that moment, thanks to you, she felt special.

"And that?” she asked as she carefully gripped the stem of the flower, inadvertently brushing your fingers and causing a pleasant little cramp to make you smile gently at the other. "Why?"

"Because you deserve it."

Beesly couldn't help but bring the flower closer to her face, carefully sniffing its petals before softly sneezing as a result of the pollen that flew into her face, causing both of them to have a soft laugh that caught the attention of some of the guests and artists due to the great mood that had suddenly arisen in that area of ​​the room, although it did not matter to you that at that moment you were the centre of attention of all those who were around you because, at that moment, only the other existed.

You turned your gaze back to the huge white wall where the receptionist's paintings were still hanging, putting the thumbtacks in the right place to make her understand that she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon, and, by that very action, Beesly continued to look at you in a completely different from the usual. Her eyes were bright and his face slightly reddened, she had her heart in a fist and a soft smile began to appear.

As you concentrated on the various works in front of you, you felt a sudden touch on your index finger, drawing your attention and shifting your eyes to the left so you could ascertain whether it was a casual touch or not, but they were so persistent that They made all her doubts vanish in a second and, careful not to scare her, you wrapped her small hand in yours, intertwining your fingers to make the meeting a little more intimate, wrapping you in a small bubble in which only the two of you were.

On the other hand, even if you did not make sure of his presence due to his distance, a certain boss of yours watched the scene with emotion because, after so much time, you finally seemed to be unearthing the deep secret that you had kept hidden from the other.

[catsreadthings]

❛ NEED IDEAS . . . ❜

HEY. im trying to write a fanfic of jim because i love him . . . but i cant think of ideas . . . SO if you can just reply to this with ideas/suggestions that'll be GREAT.

things i dont write about . . .

smut, under-age obv, gross things, etcccc . .

things i kinda wanna write about . . .

funny jokes, suggestive things, etc . . .

so. .. THANKS !!!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Well, in the end, as Jim is kind of coming back, the baby latches and they have this really beautiful moment on the bench together. And you say this line as Pam, but I could only just hear it as you, because I've heard you say stuff like this before. you went, We did it. And it's so cute. I just love that. I know there's been many times you and I have tackled something really tough and you've turned to me and you've said, We did it. And I just heard my friend in that moment. You know, I was looking at the shooting draft and when we got to this scene, I realized there was a much bigger version of the scene and it's crazy. Oh, yeah. This scene on the bench. I have a whole story about it. This was actually a reshoot. Well, that makes sense because the scene in the shooting draft, it really threw me for a loop. I have it. Do you want me to read it? Yes, read it. Okay, guys, buckle in. Exterior hospital. Spy shot. Pam is on a bench with the baby. People pass by. She looks down at the crying baby. She looks around, puts on the nursing blanket, and presents her breast to the baby. Pam says, Come on. I got good breasts. I got milk in here for you. I got good stuff in here. Don't you like my tittays? Is this about that cup of coffee I had in the second trimester? Give me a break. I'm trying here. Are you going to bust my balls your whole life? Pam looks around to make sure the camera is not around, but we have very good hiding spots. Pam starts to sing Brahms Lullaby. Have a drink. Have a drink. Come on, little Cecelia. I've got milk here in my tittay. It's something that tastes good. Grab a hold here. Get your drink on. Come on. Latch your stupid mouth. Oh, you're getting it. Yes. The baby responds, and for the first time, Pam relaxes. Something changes in her face and she seems happy. Jim pulls up and gets out. Jenna. I read this and I was like, What? What? Would Pam ever tell her baby, don't bust my balls and drink from my tittay and shut your stupid mouth? I was like, What happened here? What happened? Lady, I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. This was not in the table draft. This was a rewrite for the shooting draft. On the day, I talked to Charlie Grandy, the writer, Paul Lieberstein, our showrunner at the time, and Harold Ramis. I said, I cannot wrap my head around these lines. We shot this outside of the hospital, by the way. We shot this on the real bench outside of the real hospital on location. So when they realized that it didn't work, they wanted to do a reshoot. So they built a bench and like the exterior of the hospital on our warehouse set. This is the other set that I was saying was not really outside. And instead they went back to the table read draft, which just has Pam sitting there like maybe she's on the verge of tears. And then it happens just as Jim walks up and then we know they're going to be okay. -Angela & Jenna

[theaawalker]

GAYS IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM - THE OFFICE

The Scranton branch has officially absorbed the Stamford branch, and as a show of good faith, Michael calls everyone into the conference room to explain why [Oscar] being gay is okay.

WC: 734 words

Song Inspo: I Can See You

The staff were sitting in the conference room. A beige table was set up in the center with tan chairs inside it and around it by the three, beige walls. The fourth wall had a whiteboard, inches apart from the open door. The gray carpet was well-vacuumed and the white window shades were shut. Self-explanatory, the room made for an exciting meeting.

"Oscar is a good person." Michael spoke as he paced in front of the whiteboard. "You know, it should've matter if he's gaaayy or normal," Jim side-eyed the camera, "he's a human being, man. I...," Michael sighed and grabbed his hips, "I just don't understand how people could be so hateful."

"Michael," Kevin's deep voice rose from somewhere behind Karen. "We don't hate Oscar because he's gay... At least, not all of us." The large man mischievously glanced at Angela.

"Hmph." Angela crossed her arms, Bible in hand. "I don't support that lifestyle. It's impure, ungodly, unsanitary..."

"Unprotected- that's what he said!" Michael chuckled then caught himself. "No. No! I meant that as in unprotected because they are unprotected in this country. So anything you took from that is anti-gay. Case closed."

Dwight nodded along and took notes. Andy stroked his protruded chin and squinted with pretend intrigue. Stanley did his crossword puzzles in the far-left corner. Meredith's mouth hung agape and her eyes were red, clear signs of early intoxication. Pam looked uncomfortable between Karen and Jim but said nothing. Jim condescendingly smiled and did routine stares at the camera. Erin sat closest to Michael and the door, in clear view of Karen. While Michael went back-and-forth with Angela, Karen watched Erin doodle in her notepad. Fillipeli's cheek found her shoulder and her eyes found a tranquil lowness. Amongst all the speel and chaos, nothing seemed to matter then.

"-I refuse to give my American right to practice religion. Seriously. Whatever happened to freedom of speech? My first amendmant right-"

"Second." Dwight coughed.

Angela eyed him then returned to Michael. "If you can't afford me that right, I'll just have to pray for you." She smirked and patted her Bible.

Phyllis looked at her with terror and sadness, having the displeasure of sitting right next to the blonde woman.

"Can I ask," Karen turned around to her, "what type of Christian are you?"

"Excuse me?" Angela raised a brow.

"Catholic? Mormon? Jehovah witness? Baptist? Born-again?" Karen listed off the sects.

"I'm a devote Christian, old testament." She specified, enunciating the last part. She looked around the room with a finger up, as if expecting someone to oppose her.

"I grew up Catholic. Read the Bible every Christmas."

Angela smiled a bit, then cleared her throat, lifted her chin, looked at the floor, and raised a brow. "Favorite passage?"

"Easily Psalms 139:7." Karen scoffed. "Arguably the best passage, aside from Leviticus and Luke, of course."

Angela pouted a smile, almost holding back delight and disdain for not needing to correct Karen.

"Wow, Karen, I never pegged you for a Bible thumper." Kelly stated what the room was thinking.

"That's because sinful women like you wouldn't know a real holy woman from your left elbow, Kelly." Angela spat at her, making the Indian woman gasp.

"Ryan!" Kelly called for her boyfriend's aid, but he just shrugged.

"Invite Oscar back if you want. Invite the AID's epidemic right along with him. I don't care anymore." Angela shrugged. "As long as I have this," she held up her Bible, "and my undeniable faith, I'm safe."

"From gay people?" Jim replied. "You think the book wards off gay people?"

"I do." Angela said matter-of-factly.

"What'll happen if I say I'm gay and I touch it?" Kevin asked on top of his question. "I'm not." He addressed the room. "But it'd be funny if I was, right?" He laughed throatily.

"You'd burst into flames." Dwight answered.

"Not accurate." Andy counteracted.

"Oh, how do you know, Cornell?" Dwight looked him up and down.

"Can I see it?" Karen cut him off. "It's been so long since I've held one that wasn't mine."

"Sure, Karen. I trust my fellow God warriors." Angela sneered at Jim as she outreached her black little book to Karen. Granted, this was Angela, so she never let go, but Karen did stroke it's cover.

"Whoa. Leather. Very nice." Karen complimented her.

The scene cut to Karen's interview.

"I'm also a lesbian."

[rockislandadultreads]

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[ofmatter]

{  ALPEREN DUYMAZ | 30 | CIS MAN ﹜  welcome to san francisco, EMRE KALYONCU! just to make sure, you go by HE/HIS, right? okay, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go..  how long have you been here for? SIX MONTHS. where are you currently living? SOUTH BEACH. what’s your current occupation? VIDEO GAME ARTIST at SQUARE ENIX but what’s your dream occupation? VOICE ACTOR. wow! interesting. is there a secret that we can keep between you and i? HE IS SUFFERING FROM HEART FAILURE DUE TO AN ILLNESS AS A CHILD. lastly, this is a bit of a random question but … what’s your favorite song? WATERFALL by VÖK & that’s all they wrote, friend! we can’t wait to see you around the golden city!

triggers for illness

--- quick stats. ---

birth name: emre kalyoncu. nickname(s): none. age / d.o.b.: 30. august 2, 1992. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis man, he/his, heteromantic heterosexual. hometown: inebolu, türkiye. occupation: video game artist (recently into character design for the final fantasy franchise) at square enix. education: bachelor’s degrees in game art & 3d digital art. relationship status: single. children: one son he is unaware of. positive traits: amicable, curious, forgiving, intuitive, precise. negative traits: anxious, cautious, envious, morbid, reactionary. character comparisons: chris washington (get out), glenn rhee (the walking dead), peeta mellark (the hunger games), alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood), pam beesly (the office), terry jeffords (brooklyn nine-nine), annie january (the boys), arthur (inception), james olsen (supergirl), sam baldwin (sleepless in seattle)

--- quick tl;dr. ---

i. the youngest of three children, emre was born a year and some shy months after arin ---and all of the sense of adventure and drive to explore was born with him. as a child he was eager to tag along, to get into whatever his siblings were bothering with, to be helpful in some light. an active boy, he wanted to always be moving, to exercise his body and his mind ... however his efforts fell short. he was young when the problems started: shortness of breath, increased heart palpitations. what he was too scared to initially share with his parents eventually turned into doctor’s visits and scans. a diagnosis came at eight years of age: hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. any excess of physical activity made his difficult to breathe, the rush of blood pumping through his heart damaging the valves.

ii. so he was forced to take a sideline. the sense of adventure was translated, slowly, into an imagination that bled into artwork. bad sketches were perfected, characters that were capable of anything were conceived and drawn out with explanations of their wondrous powers listed beside them like anatomical facts. as he grew older his condition grew with him, and at 20 years of age emre went under the necessary operation to fix his heart condition. he was quick to recover, through not immune to how expensive and daunting it was. college was put on hold while he recovered, and emre was eager to see what life would be like after.

iii. it took a bit of time, but he bounced back quickly. for the first time since he was a boy he was able to push himself ... so he did. an exercise regimen, rock climbing, marathons, bicycling, swimming ... anything he wanted, he did. emre took the time during his classes to pursue whatever endeavors he desired. a social butterfly, known to hardly say no to whatever adventure came his way ... it was a fresh outlook on life. to chase down any opportunity. it emboldened him, drove him to experiences he would have never otherwise considered capable.

iv. for a period of time after college he free-lanced his career, doing mostly graphic design for companies as a contractor. when the opportunity for working in the video game industry came up he jumped at it, not thinking he was qualified or interesting to the companies ... and at first he worked for smaller name games (you could find some of them on steam, honestly). he enjoyed it - an opportunity to flex his imagination and talents as an artist where all the time spent indoors in his youth paid off. opportunities opened up, and when bigger offers started to come in, emre realized he had a real shot at doing something he only ever dreamed of. however he was afraid to leave home - worried that he’d come off as ungrateful to his parents, for everything they did for him as caregivers, especially considering his poor health in childhood. 

v. at 28 years of age he felt something that he hadn’t experienced since he was 8 ... racing heart, shortness of breath. on a morning run he nearly passed out from the strain. he said nothing to his parents, and a quiet trip to the doctor confirmed something was wrong. the scar tissue from his surgery 8 years prior had built up so much that it was choking off the blood flow into his heart - the blood wasn’t being properly oxygenated, and his heart was dying as a result. to be told there was little that could be done, save for find a combination of medicine to prolong his life, was a slap in the face, but it was enough to push emre to do the things he was afraid of, otherwise.

vi. quietly he accepted work from a company he had postponed an interview with. when he was 29 arin fled to the united states, and fearing pressure that the people who were seeking him would endanger his parents, emre followed suit shortly after. it was kismet that square enix offered him a position in san francisco for character design around the time he was looking to settle far from home ... and emre took the opportunity by the reigns to see it through. he hasn’t told his family about his ailing health, and he doesn’t plan to worry them until it’s necessary. for now, emre wants to live his life as much as he can, and damn the odds otherwise.

-- fun facts. --

i. final fantasy has always been a staple of his gaming youth, especially when he was first sentenced to a life indoors. his favorites in the series are: seven, nine, and fourteen. he’s had an active character in fourteen since the game first came out, and when it was revamped he stuck with it. you can find him playing a female miqo’te with the legacy tattoos, but he keeps his character name a secret.

ii. while it’s wildly difficult for him to keep up with his workout regimens currently, he still tries. easier things, but emre refuses to turn back to the life he views as sheltered when he was a child. it simply takes him longer to do things, and he cannot pressure himself to gain more ... as such, he’s very fit, but it’s lean muscle.

iii. he loves his siblings so much. and his parents, honestly. he’s very aware of what it took for him as a child, and he always idolized his brothers when he was growing up. a part of him is envious of arin’s adventures, but rather than let it sour his views and relationship with his brother, he draws inspiration from the character his brother has, and he translates that into his game designs in small ways. a lot of his designs are “love letters” to the people near and dear to him, if you know where to look.

iv. has a child he knows nothing about. a part of his time after his surgery was spent traveling, taking up any opportunity possible. when he was 26 he met nazli on one such adventure and their one night together resulted in a child. emre has no idea he is a father, something that would likely shock him to discover.

v. has a corgi named peaches. he likes to take pictures and put them on instagram. 90% of his instagram is peaches.

[jarbees]

The biggest bi struggle is being in love with both Jim halpert and Pam beesly.

[fan-doms-imagines]

The Office - Imagine getting Pam something on Valentine’s Day...

Roses. Chocolate. Flying babies. Fancy dinners. Hearts. Love. 

Sounds like a fantastic day, but when you’re as lonely as I am, it’s not that great. To me, it was just a simple Tuesday. Thankfully today was Michael-free, which was always something that makes a day go by just a little bit quicker.

I assumed that everyone had dinner plans, especially Phyllis who had been getting things nonstop all day. Being the receptionist, Pam had to deliver the gifts everyone got. So each time she passed to give out flowers I saw how disappointed she looked. And by the time lunch came around, Dwight, Oscar, and Phyllis had all gifts and the girl who was engaged still hadn’t gotten anything. 

“Hey, Jim?” I asked the desk mate to my left. He looked up from his spreadsheet and hummed in response. 

“Would it be okay if I took a late lunch today?” 

“Y/N, I am Assistant Regional Manager. If you need a late lunch, you need to ask me,” Dwight cut in with his teeth clenched. Jim and I locked eyes and both snickered at our other desk mate. The beet farmer growled under his breath before looking back down at his form. I huffed then looked back over at Jim. 

“So...” I drew out my word until Jim nodded his head. I grinned and stood from my swivel chair. Dwight snarled as I grabbed my bag and turned back to the messy haired man. “Jim, I could pick something up for you if you’d like.” 

“No, it’s alright, Y/N/N. I’ve already got my lunch in the kitchen,” he replied with a slight smile. I nodded my head and stepped back toward the front desk. Pam looked up from the computer and tilted her head at me. 

“What do you need a long lunch for?” She asked me and rested her chin on her folded hands. I pulled the strap of my bag on my shoulder with a smile. 

“What are you jealous that you have to stay here while I go out for good food?” I asked her with a slight smirk on my lips. She rolled her eyes playfully and gave me a silly grin. “Alright, see you in about an hour or so. You want anything?” 

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, though.” She said and watched as I walked out of the office. I walked to the elevator and went down to the parking lot. My idea for lunch was to go meet up with my brother, who was also celebrating his Valentine’s day alone, then buy some roses. 

So after eating a fantastic lunch with fantastic champagne, I drove to the nearest flower shop. Inside the shelves were almost completely empty. My stomach dropped and I walked to the counter. The florist behind the counter looked up at me, “hi, how can I help you?”  

“Yeah, hi, do you have any more roses? A dozen roses?” I asked the older, fragile woman with light gray hair. She tilted her head back and forth. 

“We might, but I’ll have to charge you more because it’s our extra supply.” She said and walked around the counter. I sighed but nodded my head. The woman came back after a couple of minutes with a dozen roses in a clear vase in her hands. Along with the roses was Baby’s Breath and some more leaves. “That will be $65.99.” 

“Alright, here,” I handed her my card and grabbed the vase in my left arm. 

“Okay have a good day,” she said kindly and slid my card back over to me. I nodded my head before walking out the door and toward my car. Just as I had placed the vase in the passenger's seat, I felt my phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my back pocket and held it up to my ear without looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” I asked the person on the other end. 

“Hey, where you at?” Pam’s voice came over the phone. 

“Driving back right now, so don’t worry,” I said back to her and slid into my car. 

“Okay. How was lunch?” She asked as I started my car. 

“It was good. We went to that new Italian place on Wheeler Ave.” I replied and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Ohh, was it good food? Wait...who did you go with?” She asked with an almost alarming voice. I smiled at her response. 

“Just my brother. Alright, I don’t want to get pulled over, so I’ll talk to you soon.” 

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you when you get back.” Pam said in a small voice and hung up the phone. 

I drove down the street and took a few turns before I reached the office again. Everyone’s cars were in the exact same spot as I had left them. Even when I went back up to the office with the vase in my hand, each person was still in the exact same spot as if time had stood still, which it usually does during work hours. 

“Y/N, when did you get flowers?” Pam asked when she realized that I was standing in front of her. I set them down and tapped the side of the vase with my fingernails. 

“I thought they would look nice on your desk,” I responded and smiled down at her. Blood rushed to her face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Pam,” I whispered to her and sat back down at my desk. And as much as I wanted to tell her that I loved her, I settled for making her day a little brighter with some roses. 

[lvcygraybaird]

Merry Christmas Beesly,

Hope you like your gift. Now you won't have to walk past Michael every time you want some tea. I know that's probably devastating, but I'm sure you'll get over it.

I was really excited when I picked your name for Secret Santa. It's about time, too. I've been holding on to this stuff for years.

If I wanted, I could tell you that it doesn't mean anything that I kept all of these things. I could tell you that I threw the hot sauce packets in that junk drawer in my kitchen and forgot about them until I found them last week, and that it's no big deal that I kept them.

I could tell you that, Beesly, but it's not true. The truth is, I kept the hot sauce and the timer and that stupid pencil you threw at me because they make me think of you. They make me think of your face when you bit into that hot dog; how sure you were that you were going to win at mini golf (obviously you weren't); and how much you laughed at my stupid joke about boggle even though it wasn't that funny.

This might be weird for you to read in a Christmas Card, and I know you're with Roy. But if any of these moments have meant as much to you as they have to me, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't tell you.

You're my best friend. You're the reason that coming to work is even halfway bearable. You're the only person I've ever met who would enjoy bothering Dwight as much as I do. I think about you on the drive home every single day, and, if I'm being honest, for a long time after I get home.

I don't know how you feel, and I hope I didn't ruin your Christmas by writing this. I just needed you to know that all the inside jokes I've put inside this teapot are moments that really, in the grand scheme of things, shouldn't have meant anything to me... but instead they have meant everything. I could be happy doing nothing but having little moments like these with you for my whole life.

Because that's what love is supposed to be, right? When someone can make you smile three years later just from looking at a packet of hot sauce.

Merry Christmas. Here's to more moments like these.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Office masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

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[profeyandere]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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ᴅᴡɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴄʜʀᴜᴛᴇ │ •➤ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ꜱʟᴀᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ │ •➤ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ │ •➤ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ │ •➤ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ │ •➤ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ │ •➤ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ │ •➤ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ │ •➤ ᴄʜʀʏꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ' ᴋɪꜱꜱ ╰─────────────

ᴊɪᴍ ʜᴀʟᴘᴇʀᴛ │ •➤ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ╰─────────────

ᴘᴀᴍ ʙᴇᴇꜱʟʏ │ •➤ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ╰─────────────

ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪɴ │ •➤ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ╰─────────────

[chefrat]

Being romantically involved with Ryan Howard would include...

- being kind of together but also not 

- really complicated but you both made it work 

- sometimes you even got it mixed up but you weren't complaining 

- to you it seemed fun, something to pass the time 

- Ryan disliking whenever Michael would step out of line with the inappropriate jokes that sometimes would include you 

- Pam being one of your close friends in the office and helping you out with your problems 

- Ryan constantly sending you mixed signals 

- one day acting sweet and pampering you with love and words of encouragement and other days acting as if any sort of thing that slipped out of your mouth was dragging him down 

- you weren't really sure what to except 

- learning on how to keep it professional at work 

- even though sometimes he would try to get in a bum squeeze here and there or maybe even a peck on the lips when no one was near 

- also Ryan trying to work on his commitment issues because he really does enjoy being around you but never communicating with you about it 

- him kind of leaving you in the dark at times and never telling you what was on his mind 

- he really did struggle with expressing himself 

- later Ryan taking the job in corporate and moving to New York with a real shitty goodbye but you weren't complaining 

- you had fun while it lasted 

- Ryan popping up for the meetings he was running to present his new website

- not having hard feelings about what happened and respectfully acknowledging each other  

- him seeing how close you've gotten with Jim which he didn't like at all

- Ryan trying to make Jim’s life harder and even getting kind of bold with him 

- Jim clearly frustrated with Ryan’s douchey attitude 

- but it was clear to Jim that it was Ryan’s way of telling him to back off

- the confidence that came with the job was really pushing Ryan 

- once the meeting ended about his website, he would then hold you back before you could go

- asking you out to dinner now that he was able to afford a nice restaurant to take you in 

- you kindly declining, telling him you didn't think it was professional for a Dunder Mifflin worker to go out with someone from corporate 

- him trying to convince you, saying it was nothing like that but more as old friends catching up 

- which you finally agreed to as long as it meant not having to pay 

- dinner ending with both of you in your bedroom, under the bedsheets like old times 

(not edited) 

[starrywatermelon]

Fandoms I write about/People I write about II

This is a second part because I have more fandoms I wanna write about 🥺

Anne with an E

Anne Shirley Cuthbert

Gilbert Blythe

Diana Barry

Jerry Baynard

Sky High

Warren Peace

Layla Williams

Magenta

The Office

Jim Halpert

Pam Beesly

Dwight Schrute

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Aimee Gibbs

Jackson Marchetti

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Lily Iglehart

Victorious

Jade West

Beck Oliver

Andre Harris

Tori Vega

Cat Valentine

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

I will NOT write

* Yandere

* Any type of non-con

* Smut

* Character x Character

I will write

* Headcanons

* Prompts if you send them

* Small imagines based on songs

* Au (ex. Old Timey au)

My work will usually be gender neutral unless I specify (ex. ____ x Fem! Reader). Feel free to send in requests when they’re opened!

I might keep updating this list (since I’m jumping into so many fandoms)

You can find the first list here <3

[newyorkangelbaby]

you'd think with how popular the office is, there'd be more jim halpert fics out there

so like someone write some please, i am literally begging !!

[burntcheesepita]

ayyy i know the office ended like 5 years ago but i made this blog literally today bc i cant stop rewatching the show it’s like therapy but ANYWAY

im a wlw and i love ryan and also gay for pam n there’s a severe lack of the office fanfiction so here i am send me ur requests!! nsfw welcome!! pls only ryan or pam tho